Coated in Space Dust

Indie Ask/RP blog for Zukuro's RnM characters. Mainly Ricks and Mortys from different Dimensions and one OC. Don't be afraid to send an ask/message if you want to start an RP with any of the muses here. OOC: // Denotes Mun post // Tagged #Zu Rambles

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/// Soooo  Alot of things happened and I had to go away for a while but the issue is... hopfully??? fixed and I can come back without repercussions??

anyone still out there??//

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//WOW, I'M SUING!! //

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//Someone stop me I need a Lab Rick... //

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Starter for Evil Rick

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Having showered and had breakfast Evil Rick was applying antiseptic cream to his vast array of open, sore scratches when his phone vibrated. At first the video messaged appeared to be Z thanking him for a ‘fun night’; urggh, awkward. As it continued it became clear to him that this was no casual message, Z had been captured, the zealous Motherfucker had gone after the space station himself and appeared to be in a cage. Doctorin hands? Jesus, he was injured too?

Within ten minutes Evil Rick was dressed and had amassed a spectacular arrangement of weaponry which he had filled his lab coat pockets with and draped around his body. As was his strange obsession, he had slipped a tracker under one of Z’s scales while he was sleeping; in truth he tracked every Rick he had ever met and it had now become a habit he couldn’t break. In this case however the action had provided extremely useful and it allowed him to portal directly to Z’s location. Shooting open an emerald void, he stepped straight through and found himself standing in front of Z’s holding cell. 

He crouched down in front of it and checked for guards, one at the far side of the room and two around the corner, shifting closer to the cage he was able to obscure himself from view. 

“Pleased to see me?” He asked with a sly grin. Slipping a small screwdriver from his pocket he twisted the top and started to burn off the locks that were holding the cage closed. “I have two hundred micro mines, just begging to be deployed, let’s blow this place to fucking smithereens.”

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ten minutes was a long time for Z to regret  every word of his message. boy he sure made a fool of himself here…he actually anticipated this being more embarrassing than if he had asked literally anyone else.

He was in the process of thumping his forehead against his cell wall when he heard the familiar voice at his back. He was shocked that  the other had actually shown up but he figured that likely had more to do with his own interest in the alien technology here than it did with helping out.

Still he tried to  regain some of his dignity and play cool. He watched as the locks where removed and wiped the blood from his nose and lip and sniffled back noisily. “Always pleased to see such a handsome face.” He flashed a grin that didn’t do much but look fake as shit.

“Took you long enough, did I wreck you that bad or did you just have to relocate your liver?” Overdoing it by a mile with his obviously burnt pride he stood up with a hiss.

“Just tell me  you also brought something to drink…”

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Evil Rick scoffed at the assertion Rick made about “wrecking him” and half considered making a joke about fucking off back home and leaving Z to rot in the cage as punishment for his cocky attitude. However, when his eyes glanced down to the barbed metal skewered all the way through Z’s leg he thought the better of it, the guy needed help and he did now consider him a friend as opposed to a mere acquaintance. 

Pulling out his hip flask he handed it to the other Rick. “Look that…that’s not strictly alcohol in there, it’s, well it’s powerful, it’s concentrated, don’t…don’t take too much.” Finally he had soldered the locks clean off and was able to help Z out of the cage. He examined the spear impaling Z’a leg and worked to detach the chained end. 

“I…I can’t pull it back out with a tip like that, so we…we’re just going to have to push forward through the flesh, hard.” He cocked an eyebrow at the other and flashed him a particularly dirty grin. “A bit like last night, huh?” Grabbing the metal he forced it through the other’s leg until it had come out of the exit point and fallen to the floor, aware that he had a large smile on his face the entire time; he’d always loved the feel of metal slipping through sinew and scraping against bone. Quickly he removed his belt and wrapped it around his companion’s leg as a make-shift tourniquet. 

“There, th-that should do it.” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out what looked like a handful of black, shiny marbles, each with a transmitter embedded at its core to allow simultaneous detonation. He handed them to Z and fished out a fresh pile for himself. Then handed Z a laser pistol with a silencer attached to the end.

“We should make our way to the c-command deck, I…I want to gut whoever is in charge.” He looked down at his hand…”Think of these as breadcrumbs and lay a trail as we go, we’ll detonate them when we leave, yes?”

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Z took the flask with a sigh of almost desperate relief, he only half listened to what ER had said about it being strong. As far as he was concerned at the moment the stronger the better. Still he knew he needed at least some of his wits about him and only took two small sips.

“Shit, potent stuff, Thanks. ” He paid a bit more attention when the other mentioned the harpoon and how he would have to remove it. He couldn’t restrain the small chuckle that escaped him. The humor was cut short as the metal bar was pushed through and out of his leg. Despite the pain Z knew better than to make too much noise and instead let out a strained hissing sound as he snapped his teeth like an angry dog, though he wouldn’t ever bite someone for trying to help.

“Fffffuck!” He groaned quietly as his wound was tied off. “Next time you do that the belt better be- better b-be off first, this just i-i-isn’t at all romantic. ” He was mostly teasing but he had a feeling this guy was the only person he knew that would find such a thing amusing.

After rubbing his sore leg tersely for a moment he looked up to accept the handful of marble-like charges and the laser pistol. “Yeah, I need to…. I gotta get in their books. I’ll be honest I didn’t… Did did not plan to still being alive so you gut whoever you like and… A-and I’ll just owe you or whatever. ” Like most Ricks Z was severely hindered from just saying ‘thank you. I appreciate your help, I was really stuck.’ Although he genuinely meant it when he said he’d owe Evil Rick. The so called ‘Evil Genius’ had actually done more for him than anyone else he knew and he was hassling the guy.

Taking one last sip he handed the flask back to its rightful owner and paused, wanting to say something further but he couldn’t bring the words out. He did manage a rather humble looking smile as he pat the other’s shoulder and turned to look for guards, he could see the little ripples of sound made by their boots on the floor that showed they where still at their posts.>

“I killed a few on m-my way in, You want, want a turn?” He asked somewhat playfully despite it being a genuine question.

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“Don’t fucking break you balls thanking me huh!” Evil Rick scoffed, honestly, did this guy realize how seldom he actually helped people? Okay, the offer of blowing up the ship and all of its inhabitants had appealed to him, but still he wouldn’t have needed Z’s help to do it. 

“I’ve got a little present for you.” He whispered in Z’s ear pulling something out of his bag of weaponry. “I…I drew up the schematics while you were sleeping but decided to build it b-before I joined you.” Delving into the bad he pulled out two sections of shining mental, every edge as sharp and deadly as a knife. The plating was perfectly designed to fit over the end of Z’s tail. Lowering himself down to his knees, glancing every now and again to watch for guards, he fitted it to Z’s tail and used his screwdriver to fix the tiny hinges.

“One swipe and I…I’m thinking decapitation.” He said with a perverse sense of triumph. 

“Show me, I…I want to watch.”

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Z rolled his eyes at the comment, It certainly crossed his mind that helping others wasn’t in Evil Rick’s ledger often, but he also felt that being ‘sappy’ wasn’t something that he was into either. Still, he planned to telling him just how much he appreciated everything later.

“Wait, wha-” He blurted awkwardly as ER whispered in his his ear. It was embarrassingly sexy but Z managed himself pretty well. He watched the other bend down and affix the blades to his tail. He had to admit the precision and care put into such an intricate piece took considerable thought...

"Wow... Rick, that's... I - I'm going to have /SO/ much fun with this!" Z churred, giving his tail a few test flicks as an usually wicked grin split his face. He seemed jittery and exited. Dropping on his hands he bolted off like a dog off a chain and silently jumped the first guard he came to. It took only one swift lunge to remove the head, and he was quick to drag the rest out of sight.

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Starter for Sigmarickandmorty

Many different Ricks and Mortys came through the hospital and no two where exactly alike. Not to the head surgeon anyway.  he could always find one little thing different about each of his patients and it always earned him good results.

It had gotten quite late and as the surgeon turned down the lights for the many tired Morties and finished his rounds he stopped at the nurses station to check on his head Nurse, Medrick.

“Hey, Wake up!” He said abruptly, startling the younger Rick right up out of his chair. 

“S-SIR!” Medrick squeaked, his tired eyes still hanging half lidded.

“Easy there, I was just going to tell you to go home. Go see your boyfriend for a while and get some rest.” His voice was always much softer than the average Rick, not quite so gnarled from less frequent substance abuses for a start.

“Oh…okay, Th-thanks Ness.” Medrick replied with an awkward smile. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” The older Rick added, patting his friend on the back to hurry him along.

Once the next shift came in Ness went down to check in new patients and approve new admissions.

He flipped through several charts with long and nimble fingers to pick out and prioritize them. giving the proper nurse to each case and selecting a few for himself he dealt out the charts and headed to what should be his last patient for the day.

The Rick that sat waiting or him was definitely a little unusual. Ness could usually tell right away when he saw a phoenix, this one looked pretty rough around the edges, more so than others he’d seen. 

“So, what brings you in today?”

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Dorian looked tired and tense as he sat on the observation table. He hadn’t been expecting to resort to this. Usually if he had a medical problem he could sort it out himself or just have Bill or Libra take care of it under his guidance. Being a former doctor himself, he hated hospitals. He’d never done well in the sterile rooms and organized halls, he hated the controlled chaos. Yet here he was.

Thankfully, this hospital catered to Ricks, something that had sealed the deal for him while he was looking for places to possibly go. “I just need a check-up,” he drawled, leaning back on his hands. “I’ve got a bit of… Mm… A breathing problem.” It was clear he was lying. But he wanted to make sure he wasn’t overreacting before he jumped right in and said the ‘c’ word. Well, no… He knew it was the ‘c’ word, but he wanted to be sure his doctor wasn’t going to treat him badly. 

From his experience, Dorian had found that Pheonix clones could be treated one of two ways; one, they were immediately fawned over and flirted with or two, they were told they were abominations and shunned. 

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Ness pulled a stethoscope from a drawer before stepping over to his paitent. "What sort of breathing problem? " He asked, such a thing sounded like a considerable bit more than a simple check up.

Ness, while he could spot the fib easy, wasn't the sort of doctor to jump to conclusions. He certainly wasn't going to fawn and flirt with a paitent, but neither did he think that Phoenix clones where any less of a living feeling being.

"Are you in pain when you breathe? " Ness was genuinely concerned about the real reason for this 'check up' and hoped to get to the root of the problem by showing that he was truly interested in helping. He planned to wait until he got confirmation whether or not he was in pain.

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"Moan" from Masy to Z

Fifteen: My muse removes one article of your muse’s clothing

Watching this blue asshole walk around all happy as sunshine with a Morty made Z burn.  Who did he think he was? Being all happy and stupid cute like that? Z shook his head to get the though out of his mind. He was intent on being sour.

As the  alien walked under the tree that Rick was perched in he swiped the loser’s hat. Yes, this is true victory.

“Hah!” He chuckled to himself as he placed the cap on his own head and gave the alien a toothy grin.

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Masy lets out a startled yelp, eyes darting from side to side in attempt to locate the fiendish hat thief. It doesn’t occur to him to look up until Exo-Prime grabs his attention, hissing and snapping his pincered mouth at the mutant Rick above. He lets out an offended little huff as he puffs out his chest, obviously not amused by the other’s antics.

“H-hey, give that back,” he snaps in a voice that sounds less angry and more like one might imagine a golden retriever may sound like. That is to say, not very angry sounding at all. In all honesty, the short, blue, insectoid Morty seemed more threatening, but maybe that was because he was beginning to froth at the mouth.

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Z held it in for a few moments, biting his bottom lip as he watched the pair. His eyes watering slightly until he burst, laughing loudly at how hilarious and ‘pitifully’ cute their protest was.

“Nah, I think I’ll keep it. ” He replied lazily as he relaxed back on the limb with one leg and his tail dangling off the edge like a basking iguana. He felt a little guilty now that his sour mood had broken from a good laugh, but not enough to stop what he was doing because now it was just too much fun.

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Masy is about ready to retort when he hears a familiar gurgling snarl, eyes widening with panic. Before he can even get out a ‘Morty, no!!!’ the little guy has already leapt, catching the Rick’s tail in the vice-like grip of his pincers..

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Z jolted, letting out a shrill yipe as his natural reflex to fling the kid off kicked in. "HOLY FUCK! FUCK FUCK OFF!" He shreiked, losing his grip he sank all of his claws i to the tree limb as he slid off the side and ended up hanging there by his hands and feet with a rather 'startled cat' look about him. "CALL HIM OFF!"

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"Moan" from Masy to Z

Fifteen: My muse removes one article of your muse’s clothing

Watching this blue asshole walk around all happy as sunshine with a Morty made Z burn.  Who did he think he was? Being all happy and stupid cute like that? Z shook his head to get the though out of his mind. He was intent on being sour.

As the  alien walked under the tree that Rick was perched in he swiped the loser’s hat. Yes, this is true victory.

“Hah!” He chuckled to himself as he placed the cap on his own head and gave the alien a toothy grin.

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Masy lets out a startled yelp, eyes darting from side to side in attempt to locate the fiendish hat thief. It doesn’t occur to him to look up until Exo-Prime grabs his attention, hissing and snapping his pincered mouth at the mutant Rick above. He lets out an offended little huff as he puffs out his chest, obviously not amused by the other’s antics.

“H-hey, give that back,” he snaps in a voice that sounds less angry and more like one might imagine a golden retriever may sound like. That is to say, not very angry sounding at all. In all honesty, the short, blue, insectoid Morty seemed more threatening, but maybe that was because he was beginning to froth at the mouth.

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Z held it in for a few moments, biting his bottom lip as he watched the pair. His eyes watering slightly until he burst, laughing loudly at how hilarious and 'pitifully' cute their protest was.

"Nah, I think I'll keep it. " He replied lazily as he relaxed back on the limb with one leg and his tail dangling off the edge like a basking iguana. He felt a little guilty now that his sour mood had broken from a good laugh, but not enough to stop what he was doing because now it was just too much fun.

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Starter for Sigmarickandmorty

Many different Ricks and Mortys came through the hospital and no two where exactly alike. Not to the head surgeon anyway.  he could always find one little thing different about each of his patients and it always earned him good results.

It had gotten quite late and as the surgeon turned down the lights for the many tired Morties and finished his rounds he stopped at the nurses station to check on his head Nurse, Medrick.

“Hey, Wake up!” He said abruptly, startling the younger Rick right up out of his chair. 

“S-SIR!” Medrick squeaked, his tired eyes still hanging half lidded.

“Easy there, I was just going to tell you to go home. Go see your boyfriend for a while and get some rest.” His voice was always much softer than the average Rick, not quite so gnarled from less frequent substance abuses for a start.

“Oh...okay, Th-thanks Ness.” Medrick replied with an awkward smile. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” The older Rick added, patting his friend on the back to hurry him along.

Once the next shift came in Ness went down to check in new patients and approve new admissions.

He flipped through several charts with long and nimble fingers to pick out and prioritize them. giving the proper nurse to each case and selecting a few for himself he dealt out the charts and headed to what should be his last patient for the day.

The Rick that sat waiting or him was definitely a little unusual. Ness could usually tell right away when he saw a phoenix, this one looked pretty rough around the edges, more so than others he’d seen. 

“So, what brings you in today?”

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// WELP no takers for a stream so why not try a starter call? 

My drafts are empty so like this for a starter, if you want to meet a specific muse, just put the name in a reply!! I have Ness and Z and 50-MA will be making an appearance this round. I’m gonna be narrowing the blogs main Ricks down to just these three so no one gets too confused.

short reff if you don’t know who to pick ( I’ll be describing them as crappily as I can for fun)

Z - Sassy ass fish-lizard butt that likes all things fun because he’s super sad inside.

Ness -  Very polite Surgeon germophobe / killer of ‘bad guys’ that likes bows and silk gowns

50-MA ‘ Soma’ - sad and always cold bean pole in an oversized sweater that will tolerate any kind of treatment.//

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50-MA “Soma”

This Rick has had  it rough,  His health rapidly declining  He decided to preserve as much of himself as possible installing a ‘sync cable’ and data converter in  his brain stem he uploads his daily memory to a computer every night  like a digital log of his life.

Soma never reconnected with his family, he didn’t want to be a burden on them. He mainly explores diffrent places to record a wide variety of things for the log which he plans to send to his family  someday. ( for being a genious he’s really dumb about things like that) He’s an unusually kind rick but he is afraid of forming any kind of long-term connections. 

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"Moan" from Masy to Z

Fifteen: My muse removes one article of your muse’s clothing

Watching this blue asshole walk around all happy as sunshine with a Morty made Z burn.  Who did he think he was? Being all happy and stupid cute like that? Z shook his head to get the though out of his mind. He was intent on being sour.

As the  alien walked under the tree that Rick was perched in he swiped the loser’s hat. Yes, this is true victory.

“Hah!” He chuckled to himself as he placed the cap on his own head and gave the alien a toothy grin.

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//wooould anyone be interested in an art stream? I’ll be working on coloring a big N-357 and Mox picture but if I stream I’ll also be doing sketch requests intermittently.//

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someone: *shows me the slightest sign of affection*

me: i would die for u

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Starter for Evil Rick

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Having showered and had breakfast Evil Rick was applying antiseptic cream to his vast array of open, sore scratches when his phone vibrated. At first the video messaged appeared to be Z thanking him for a ‘fun night’; urggh, awkward. As it continued it became clear to him that this was no casual message, Z had been captured, the zealous Motherfucker had gone after the space station himself and appeared to be in a cage. Doctorin hands? Jesus, he was injured too?

Within ten minutes Evil Rick was dressed and had amassed a spectacular arrangement of weaponry which he had filled his lab coat pockets with and draped around his body. As was his strange obsession, he had slipped a tracker under one of Z’s scales while he was sleeping; in truth he tracked every Rick he had ever met and it had now become a habit he couldn’t break. In this case however the action had provided extremely useful and it allowed him to portal directly to Z’s location. Shooting open an emerald void, he stepped straight through and found himself standing in front of Z’s holding cell. 

He crouched down in front of it and checked for guards, one at the far side of the room and two around the corner, shifting closer to the cage he was able to obscure himself from view. 

“Pleased to see me?” He asked with a sly grin. Slipping a small screwdriver from his pocket he twisted the top and started to burn off the locks that were holding the cage closed. “I have two hundred micro mines, just begging to be deployed, let’s blow this place to fucking smithereens.”

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ten minutes was a long time for Z to regret  every word of his message. boy he sure made a fool of himself here…he actually anticipated this being more embarrassing than if he had asked literally anyone else.

He was in the process of thumping his forehead against his cell wall when he heard the familiar voice at his back. He was shocked that  the other had actually shown up but he figured that likely had more to do with his own interest in the alien technology here than it did with helping out.

Still he tried to  regain some of his dignity and play cool. He watched as the locks where removed and wiped the blood from his nose and lip and sniffled back noisily. “Always pleased to see such a handsome face.” He flashed a grin that didn’t do much but look fake as shit.

“Took you long enough, did I wreck you that bad or did you just have to relocate your liver?” Overdoing it by a mile with his obviously burnt pride he stood up with a hiss.

“Just tell me  you also brought something to drink…”

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Evil Rick scoffed at the assertion Rick made about “wrecking him” and half considered making a joke about fucking off back home and leaving Z to rot in the cage as punishment for his cocky attitude. However, when his eyes glanced down to the barbed metal skewered all the way through Z’s leg he thought the better of it, the guy needed help and he did now consider him a friend as opposed to a mere acquaintance. 

Pulling out his hip flask he handed it to the other Rick. “Look that…that’s not strictly alcohol in there, it’s, well it’s powerful, it’s concentrated, don’t…don’t take too much.” Finally he had soldered the locks clean off and was able to help Z out of the cage. He examined the spear impaling Z’a leg and worked to detach the chained end. 

“I…I can’t pull it back out with a tip like that, so we…we’re just going to have to push forward through the flesh, hard.” He cocked an eyebrow at the other and flashed him a particularly dirty grin. “A bit like last night, huh?” Grabbing the metal he forced it through the other’s leg until it had come out of the exit point and fallen to the floor, aware that he had a large smile on his face the entire time; he’d always loved the feel of metal slipping through sinew and scraping against bone. Quickly he removed his belt and wrapped it around his companion’s leg as a make-shift tourniquet. 

“There, th-that should do it.” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out what looked like a handful of black, shiny marbles, each with a transmitter embedded at its core to allow simultaneous detonation. He handed them to Z and fished out a fresh pile for himself. Then handed Z a laser pistol with a silencer attached to the end.

“We should make our way to the c-command deck, I…I want to gut whoever is in charge.” He looked down at his hand…”Think of these as breadcrumbs and lay a trail as we go, we’ll detonate them when we leave, yes?”

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Z took the flask with a sigh of almost desperate relief, he only half listened to what ER had said about it being strong. As far as he was concerned at the moment the stronger the better. Still he knew he needed at least some of his wits about him and only took two small sips.

“Shit, potent stuff, Thanks. ” He paid a bit more attention when the other mentioned the harpoon and how he would have to remove it. He couldn’t restrain the small chuckle that escaped him. The humor was cut short as the metal bar was pushed through and out of his leg. Despite the pain Z knew better than to make too much noise and instead let out a strained hissing sound as he snapped his teeth like an angry dog, though he wouldn’t ever bite someone for trying to help.

“Fffffuck!” He groaned quietly as his wound was tied off. “Next time you do that the belt better be- better b-be off first, this just i-i-isn’t at all romantic. ” He was mostly teasing but he had a feeling this guy was the only person he knew that would find such a thing amusing.

After rubbing his sore leg tersely for a moment he looked up to accept the handful of marble-like charges and the laser pistol. “Yeah, I need to…. I gotta get in their books. I'll be honest I didn't... Did did not plan to still being alive so you gut whoever you like and... A-and I'll just owe you or whatever. ” Like most Ricks Z was severely hindered from just saying 'thank you. I appreciate your help, I was really stuck.' Although he genuinely meant it when he said he'd owe Evil Rick. The so called 'Evil Genius' had actually done more for him than anyone else he knew and he was hassling the guy.

Taking one last sip he handed the flask back to its rightful owner and paused, wanting to say something further but he couldn't bring the words out. He did manage a rather humble looking smile as he pat the other's shoulder and turned to look for guards, he could see the little ripples of sound made by their boots on the floor that showed they where still at their posts.>

"I killed a few on m-my way in, You want, want a turn?" He asked somewhat playfully despite it being a genuine question.

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Moan

Three: Your muse owns mine for two days. /–

Most likely the result of a lost bet or some other poor choice made under the influence of various substances Z-370 was to be ‘owned’ for a duration of two days. Of course, the only kind of person crazy and or smart enough for such a scheme had to be another Rick. “Okay, you win, but I don’t do housework or maid outfits. ” Z stated with his usual sass as he looked up from his spot on the floor where he was sitting on his haunches, waiting obediently for instruction. He was actually quite curious what someone might do if they had the opportunity to make him do whatever they asked.

//mobile won’t let me add tags to answers D= I’ll tag properly tomorrow. //